Kon nearly didn't hear Clark approaching. The more he watched the stares the more anger took over. He wasn't Kryptonian. He wasn't human. He didn't need to exist. What was so hard to understand about that? Why didn't the others realize he was right? The world needed Superman, but a clone of him? What good was that doing anyone except causing more problems. The stars were bright that night. They should have been comforting, but they were only a painful reminder of what he could never be. He would never be Superman, he would always be a shadow.
Only when he felt Clark's firm grip did he turn slightly to look at him. His eyes were the same color as the Kryptonian's. Crystal blue and even his features were similar, just smaller. "Like an idiot." He replied quietly. He was physically a lot like Clark, his genetic make up was Clark's. His personality was his own. He was a lot more brash then Clark ever was. On occasion his mouth got him into trouble. He tried to be like Clark, but even growing up on a farm and being raised by Ma and Pa Kent he was never able.
His eyes shifted downward and he uncomfortably shuffled his feet. " I don't understand why you're so against me going after the Green K. " There was genuine confusion written over his face. Before Famine had struck, Kon had very nearly moved past his issues with being a clone and accepted them as part of who he was. Not what. It was almost like he had an entire system restart. He needed guidance all over again. Clark was the one he looked to. He trusted him above anyone.